Lan Zhan is prone to long silences, pausing to collect his thoughts before speaking, rather than saying nearly everything that pops into his head, like Wei Wuxian. He reminds himself of that, as he waits for a response, and tries not to let his thoughts spiral.

"Mm," he nods, and tries to push aside the thoughts that tell him he's given Lan Zhan reason to doubt that in the first place. His thoughts might be fickle at times, but his heart isn't.

"That's what I want."